Mixed Colors [Pokemon Fanfic]

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CHAPTER SIX

; Green

We were both kind of to blame at that point. We had our Pokemon weak and still in battle, and we had nothing prepared to revive them, or to find them. I felt especially stupid, standing next to Red, knowing that we both took this mistake.

Of course, Red, being selfish, went after Team Flare.

It's not that I wouldn't go after him. My Ninetales was in danger, and so were all my other Pokemon. Yet, Red didn't really care about getting himself hurt, and that was pretty disappointing. He'd been angry for hours already, mumbling curses under his breath about Team Flare. I never wanted to see him so furious and hard-hearted.

It kind of does makes sense though. Pika was with him for a fairly long time, and the others... probably for even longer. They were partners from the start to finish. But how do you even begin to describe what he'd done?

The idiot (he never really grew out of that title, my deep apologies) got us both captured by Team Flare, both gagged with disgusting rags, possibly destroyed all his bones (especially his skull), got us thrown into the metal, dim-light back of the truck, and then he had the nerve to shout at me afterwards for not helping with his wonderful "escape plan."

I rolled my eyes at him, since it was a natural reflex for him. He was a Champion, and even with my lower class ranking, I still had more logic at the time. He was quiet, stubborn, and deadpan most of the time, trapped by his thoughts and wonders, but others... He could be a beast. His anger radiates such heat, such fire, that makes his name more agreeable.

I felt like the time when we were both capturing Mew, and he shouted at me for why I didn't catch it. My Pokemon were weak, so he should have known why, but I told him anyways afterwards. He only wanted to catch the Legendary Pokemon, and he didn't care for his Pokemon. Now I've seen how he'd grown. He was no longer intent on the Legendary Pokemon, or any treasure, for that matter. He was intent on saving his team, and only that.

"Red!" I shouted firmly, grabbing him by the shoulders, and roughly pushing him back from the wall. His eyes flared that amber-ish color of brown. He looked like a ferocious animal that made me glad I was quick enough to resist him. Since he was pushing and pulling against me, I had to dodge his jerks and wrap my arm around his shoulder to keep him still. "Calm down, Red!"

His eyebrows knit together. His muscles tightened under my grip, but I firmly pressed arm against his chest. I didn't want any trouble with a guy like him. He coughed and slowly, his heartbeat slowed down. "They're probably already dead, and we're still here, helpless as stones. We have to help them!" he explained, possibly still angry with me, yet more quieter. He was finally acknowledging me.

Hurts to say it, but I needed to get him to trust me. Only at that moment, did I really need his help, not his power.

"Okay but the way you're helping isn't helping at all," I retorted, earning a turn of head and a small pout from him. I loosened my grasp and released him, glad he didn't budge or lunge himself at me (again, if I have to remember). "Don't be stupid," I added, raising my eyebrows. "One day, you're going to kill someone." It was a joke, but it was also kind of serious. As clarified before, red was the color of quiet power, but it was also the color of burning flames. Neither was something you'd want to face. I've learned that from experience.

He opened his mouth to say a comeback, but he closed it in utter embarrassment. I laughed and he turned away from me, but he was calm and that was all that mattered there. I turned my Transceiver on, finding the digital Town Map. I used the VPN password from the Viridian City Gym, since the truck closed off GPS connection, and found out where we were headed. "... Glittering Cave?" I muttered aloud.

"Yeah," I was surprised to hear Red answer. I stared at him, waiting for him to go on. He looked away from me. "I heard there was an investigation there. I'm pretty sure Team Flare's after the fossils they found." His knowledge about this topic shocked me, making me laugh. He stared at me with the expression asking me: What?

"Baka. I'm jealous you know so much," I shrugged, saying my thoughts out loud, bluntly. "Fossils, eh?"

Red nodded. "They tried a few years ago, I think, for the same thing. X and Y stopped them, but I guess they're redoing their plans now that the both of them are on break." Kanto's "Fighter" sniffed in distaste. "They're idiots for doing so. Our team of dexholders would eventually stop them anyways."

I shrugged, "Fair enough. Right now, those dexholders are you and me." The other male scowled, as I smiled with my lips pursed. "Oh come now. You'd know we'd be a team sooner or later." He didn't answer.

I tapped my stylus on my Transciever, switching to "messages." I had some texts from Gramps, and from Blue, but I ignored them and scrolled down to find X and Y's contacts. I clicked on their Transciever codes and sent the same message to both. "Do you remember how you defeated Team Flare the first time they came through?"

A loud crash forced me to frantically shut down my Transciever, shoving the stylus in my jacket pocket. I heard muffled voices, and I exchanged expressions with Red.

"Alright, you Kanto trash, you're going to be held hostage by us," a man with styled hair and orange sunglasses shoved the door ajar. "Either that, or to become members of us." He threw us disguises, which smelled completely awful, by the way, and left, facing his back towards us as he waved goodbye. "Make your decision."

I fanned out the suit, keeping my nose away from the clothes. Red didn't care as much, but he turned the clothes inside-out to check for trackers. There was none, it seemed.

After a few moments of silence, I spoke up. "It's the only way to get our Pokemon back... So why not give it a shot?" I tried for a smile, but Red kept his gaze carefully away from mine.

"... Fine," was his answer.

We changed into the outfits, as I wrinkled my nose in disgust. When we find a shower, we're using it, I promised myself.

Red jumped out first, landing on his hands and feet, then, to my surprise, extended a hand towards me. I felt myself blush, as I cleared my throat. "I can get out by myself, thank you."

He laughed. I almost never saw him do such a thing. It was somehow interesting to me, the way his nose crinkled and how the voice that came from his mouth was amusing and clear.

When we got to the entrance of the cave, my Transciever buzzed.
"Yes," read X's answer.